• I'm sick of fighting here,
    Sick of peeling my flesh from the fingers and
    Nibbling bone.
    I hate the taste of the words "I'm
    Sorry."
    But the longing to say them is bubbling up like
    A macabre champagne in my stomach.
    So I'll scream them,
    Scream my words through this battlefield,
    The first of many in our
    War of words.
    We'll destroy many beautiful places together.
    Love blooms in unexpected places,
    But not when it's drowning in
    Anger.